Last Love Letter Adrift upon a sea of dreams like paper boats on downhill streams; my swirling heart is like debris forever drifting endlessly while weathered by your wily schemes. And so I write as my soul screams this last love letter so it seems as hearts approaching apogee adrift upon a sea. I’m hiding from the moon’s soft beams; a pool of sorrow sadly steams with fantasies you stole from me when you walked out and set me free and left my heart in dire extremes adrift upon a sea. January 8, 2021 Poem of the Day - January 9, 2021